Skyfeather

At dinner that night, the agents gather around the table. Persia gasps at the sight of hoards of exotic and expensive food being brought into the room by silver trays, carried by red magic. Duck and turkey sit in the middle, while sauteed vegetables surround the rest. TrailBlaiser stands and claps her hands twice. Every agent stops talking immediately and gives her their attention. "Tonight," she announces, "I propose a toast to a new agent. While thought as a nuisance, she presented herself to be rather admirable in her retrieval of two of my agents from an unknown realm. Persia," She motions for the young girl to stand, which she complies to. Hr heart beats quickly. 
"This is it..." Persia breathes. Sapphire, Owlcry, and Doveslash smile at her, giving her encouragement.
"From this day forth, I give you status as an agent in training here, at RTHQ. When you are within our walls, no longer will you be known as Persia. You shall be called, until the day you graduate as a full agent, A-I-T Skyfeather." The agents erupt into thunderous applause. TrailBlaiser sits again at the table. RiverFlyte whispers something in her ear. No one notices the leader as the agents welcome Skyfeather into their ranks. Owlcry, who is sitting beside her, stands and envelops her into his arms.
"Congrats, Skyfeather." he breathes. She hugs him back, a huge smile on her face. 
"Skyfeather, huh? I like it!" 

After dinner, TrailBlaiser stops Skyfeather on her way to her room. "Persia- er, I mean, Skyfeather, may I have a word with you?" Skyfeather skips over to TrailBlaiser.
"Sure, boss!" she beams. TrailBlaiser rubs her neck nervously.
"About that. Technically, aren't you already enrolled in your own program?" she asks. "I want to have you as a dual student. You are to receive training here under the authority of Rabbitleap. However, I also want you continue your studies in Questica and Mystika. Maybe you can spread this message to your home. We don't know much about Questica, and, to be honest, making you an A-I-T was more of a diplomatic move than anything else. I hope that, in your employment here, we come to know more about your home." Skyfeather yawns and waves her away.
"Yeah, yeah, diplomacy, training, negotiations, blah blah blah. All I need to know is, do I get my own room here?" Skyfeather cuts in. TrailBlaiser grinds her jaw in annoyance.
"We don't have the room as of now. That's why most of our agents are in their respective home realms. Just be happy you have an agent name, and don't push it."

TrailBlaiser Goes Off!

Persia steps through the portal last, her eyes red from tears. "How... could you?" she chokes out. Owlcry opens his mouth, but no words come out. "How could YOU?!" TrailBlaiser comes running into the main hall, skidding on the floor.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened?" she gasps. Persia starts crying again.
"This, demon guy showed me a video of him and her k- kissing!" she sobs. TrailBlaiser triesto process this
"So? Villains are like that. I'm sure it was a fake. He wouldn't cheat." TrailBlaiser reassures her.
"Except... it wasn't fake..." Sapphire whispers. TrailBlaiser looks from Sapphire to Owlcry, highly confused. "But, he didn't kiss me. I kissed him. He didn't kiss me back either." TrailBlaiser glares harshly at Sapphire.
"What. Were. You. THINKING?!" TrailBlaiser roars. Sapphire cowers back.
"It's my fault." Owlcry interjects. "I- I must have made her think that I liked her. I told her that I cared about her, but only as a friend. I don't hate you, Sapphire. I spent most of that time spent in the realm yelling and dissing you, I just wanted to make up for it. You just took it too far." The room is silent for moment.
"So, you gave me up?" comes a voice from behind Sapphire. "Just like that? Trade me up for my realm brother?!" Doveslash's anger boils hotter than anyone's. "After I risked my neck to save you from being captured by the Capitol, you forget me in an instant?!" Sapphire falls onto the ground. 
"I- I-" she looks about frantically trying to come up with something to say, and her gaze finally rests on TrailBlaiser. "Artifact overload!" she screeches. The agents (and Persia) stare at her blankly. "The evil force corrupted my artifact to the point where it started messing with my thought process. It happened to you!" She points to her former mentor, who straightens and grinds her jaw.
"My overload happened over a series of months. I came in direct contact with a chunk of Night Crystal. A demon encounter, maybe. But it would not affect you right away. Agents still maintain a sense of normalcy for at least a week before experiencing symptoms. Unless, of course, you're saying that you came in contact with great evil before you entered the Legend of Zelda Realm. Which is extremely unlikely. Knowing you, however, you're just looking for something else to pin it on, aren't you?!" TrailBlaiser's voice grows in intensity. "Grow up, Sapphire! You are the most immature agent I've ever trained! To think that-" she cuts herself off again. Taking a deep breath, she gathers her thoughts again. Sapphire's face is covered with tears. "Once my Challenge is over and this Prophecy is fulfilled, then I might be able to give you the extra training you desperately need. For now, no missions. Until you grow up and take on your own responsibilities for your actions, you are on probation as my agent. Is that clear?!" Sapphire nods slowly, tears streaming down her face in waves. She turns to the boys. "As for you two, I don't care what your jealousy problems are. RTHQ is an agency, not a gossip magazine. Go bother RiverFlyte with it for all I care. Owlcry," his face pales as she addresses him specifically. "you did well. You used your knowledge to your advantage. Albeit your interpersonal skills need help, but your agent powers are well honed." She dismisses the agents, leaving Persia and her alone. "This is what working for me is like. Still want to be an agent?" 

Wesley's Shot

Marissa sits on the forest floor, pulling up grass and sprinkling it on her jeans. "I'm bored!" she whines. Wes glares at her.

"Look, that weird old prophetess told us to wait until Link's through with the dungeon. If that requires you to sit quietly for a few minutes than so be it." he sighs. She lays back on the grass. Suddenly, she sits bolt upright.

"Wes? Did you feel that?" she whispers. Wesley stares at her uncomprehendingly.

"Feel what?" he asks. She stands up and looks around, as if searching for something.

"Something's... off. I can't really describe it. It's like... dark. Hot and cold at the same time. Something that makes me want to run away and... run towards it at the same time. Ancient, yet new to this world." Wes's expression changes from annoyance to concern.

"What are you talking about? You're starting to scare me..." She whirls about to face him.

"I'm not making this up! It's real!" She starts to walk the way Link went to get to the dungeon. "It's calling me..." Wesley puts a hand on her shoulder.

"You're going to go to something that you don't even know what it is? And you just described to be evil?" She pushes him off.

"What does it matter to you?" she snipes. Wes rushes in front of her, holds her at arm's length, and looks her in the eyes.

"Because I care about you." he says sternly. Marissa's heart starts beating faster. "If I didn't, I would have left a long time ago." Marissa searches his eyes for truth.

"Oh, Wes..." She leans in and kisses him. Wesley stumbles back, shocked. Marissa's face burns bright red, and Wes's matches. "Let's... uh... pretend that didn't happen..." she says quietly. Wesley nods, still fried. They walk to the dungeon in silence. Link has already figured out all the puzzles and unlocked all the doors, so finding him was fairly simple. They find Link in a large room, covered in bones and skeletons. Link stands, sword in hand, facing someone in a long, flowing cape.

"You dare not fight a demon." the person scoffs. Marissa's eyes widen.

"It's him..." she breathes. "He's the one causing that feeling..." Wes steps forward and summons a bow from his magic.

"Demon, huh? That's funny, 'cause I'm an angel." He hits the man square in the chest with one shot. "Don't mess with the Realm Travelers." Wes growls. The demon spots Marissa hiding in a corner and smiles.

"How nice to see you again, Your Highness." He smiles evilly, before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Link bows to Wes.

"Nice shot." he comments. Wes nods in reply.

"Thanks. Way to clear the puzzles." The boys start discussing the dungeon and monsters, while Marissa stands alone. A cold fear grips her like being dunked in ice-water. 

"'Your Highness'?" she breathes.

Two-Realm Post

"Alright." Leo paces back and forth out of earshot of the countries. "I need to go back to RTHQ and continue searching for Sapphire. Stay here, Persia." she commands. "Prove to me that you're worthy of an agent name. I want you to discover the relations between Confederacy and the others, then report back on your findings. This could be crucial information in regards to future expeditions into this realm. Understand?" Persia nods.
"Yes, Leo. I'll be your little spy. Then I can be a real agent, right?" Leo bites her lip.
"Um, sure. Just, don't screw this up. Or your next assignment will be deportation from my ranks." She opens a portal and steps through. Italy bounds up behind Persia, apparently having listened in on the whole conversation.
"You're a spy?" he asks. "You- you better not try anything! I'll tell Germany on you!" Persia raises her hand slightly and Italy freaks out. "Germany! The girl's a spy and she's going to hurt me!" 
"Crap." Persia hisses under her breath. She opens her cell phone and dials Leo. "Leo! May day! Italy's panicking! And he's calling Germany! What do I do?!" 
"What do you think you have powers for?!" TrailBlaiser barks from the other end. "Shut him up! Wits are your primary weapon, but magic works, too. You do have magic, right?" Persia tries to activate her powers, but it's been blocked by her home realm.
"Not really. They've been deactivated!" she cries.
"Well, sucks for you! Have fun being interrogated by Germany! Bye!" The line goes dead. 
"Thanks Leo. Way to be helpful."

*magically switching back to L of Z*

"Zelda's missing?" Marissa asks. Link nods. 
"Yes. And considering you two appear to be very powerful, I want you to accompany me on my search for her. On the surface." he explains. Wesley and Marissa exchange doubtful glances.
"Okay, we're in." Wes concludes. Link smiles and runs off to prepare for their journey.
"Are you crazy?!" Marissa screams. Wes rubs his temples.
"You're giving me a migraine." he complains. "And no, I'm not. Link is the story-line's protagonist, so following him is the logical step towards getting rescued. We have to make ourselves appear on TrailBlaiser's readings. RTHQ tracks the main characters so we know where to open out portals. If we stay near him, TrailBlaiser can find us faster. Make sense?" Marissa stares at him blankly. "Ugh, just go with it and don't break anything."

Meanwhile, at RTHQ

TrailBlaiser collapses beside RiverFlyte on the sofa in the Elemental Coomons. Her feet are hanging off of the top and her hair brushing the floor. RiverFlyte smirks at her in amusement. "What's up with you?" She looks over at him, tries to shift back into a normal position, but gives up.
"Ugh, Persia's bothering me about an agent name." she complains. RiverFlyte grabs her hands and pulls her up.
"So give her one." he offers. TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes.
"Why should I? She's not my agent." she reasons. RiverFlyte shrugs. "And by the way, she called me Lenny after hearing you talk to me in the Commons." RiverFlyte tries to hide a laugh, but fails. 
"'Lenny'? Can I call you that now?" TrailBlaiser hits him playfully on the arm.
"Only if you want to die. And it's kinda pathetic. Not only was she eavesdropping, but she can't even do it well! Lenny? Really?" She crosses her arms and flips back around again. "If she's getting a name. It's gonna be A-I-T Pest. Or Annoying. Or maybe-"
"Why don't you like her?" RiverFlyte asks suddenly. She groans and slides onto the ground.
"Because. She acts just like my stupid c- Never mind." She cuts herself off and goes quiet.
"Your stupid what?" he asks. TrailBlaiser shakes her head.
"Doesn't matter. The point is, she's not my agent and therefore, not my problem. Speaking of problems, where's Sapphire?" RiverFlyte gets up and paces.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that. We've lost communication with her along with Owlcry." TrailBlaiser's jaw drops.
"How?! We have service in every realm and most verses!" RiverFlyte opens his communicator and tries to contact Sapphire, but the call doesn't go through. TrailBlaiser tries to form words, but fails. "Please don't tell me she did what I think she did!" she begs. RiverFlyte grimaces, which is all the explanation she needs. "That girl is going to be in so much trouble when she gets back! I told her not to go into those reams!" She buries her face in a throw pillow and screams. 
"We'll have to rescue them eventually." RiverFlyte adds.
"But, the realms aren't finished." Her voice is muffled by the soft feathers. "We can't go in there to rescue until  it's scanned or else we won't be able to come back out. Do we even know which one they're in?" RiverFlyte runs a hand through his already tangled curls.
"I've narrowed it down to twelve." TrailBlaiser stands and leans on his arm.
"There's only fourteen realms in the Corridor." she comments. RiverFlyte smiles sheepishly.
"Yeah, one finished loading this morning and the other one was Deo Gentem. We would've gotten a message from DragonFyre if she was there. To top if off, half of those realms are extremely violent and dangerous. Call of Duty's there as well." TrailBlaiser artifact pulses red for a moment in anger.
"Since when was Call of Duty a story?!" she demands.
"Since DoveSlash begged me to make it one." he explains. TrailBlaiser pouts.
"Great. Now I've got Sapphire missing, Owlcry in danger, and Agent Wannabe to deal with. Lovely." 

Wesley Snaps

Wesley and Marissa sits on the grass, watching some of the elves finish the Wing Ceremony. Wesley watches the race intently, while Marissa, who's lying on the ground, stares dreamily into the sky. "Ugh. Why does this matter?" she groans. Wesley glares at her.
"The Wing Ceremony is a test of skills to see which youth is ready to become a knight and go into more advanced training. Plus, the winner gets a sailcloth from Zelda at the end of the ceremony." Marissa sits up and brushes grass off of her hair.
"Sailcloth? What's that?" she asks. Wesley stands and paces, clearly annoyed with her.
"It's this parachute like bit of fabric the knights use to break their fall when diving off of the Loftwings." His attention is snapped away as cheering erupts from the crowd. One of the elves, a teenage boy on a crimson Loftwing, flies over to the statue of the Goddess and lands. He speaks for a moment with the girl standing on top of the statue and she hands him a bit of folded fabric. She gets really close to him and leans in. Marissa watches intently.
"Are they gonna kiss?" she asks hopefully. Wesley smirks and says nothing. A shout is heard from the statue as the boy is pushed off and plummets to the ground. At the last second, he holds up the sailcloth, which expands and safely floats him to the ground. 
"Does that answer your question?" Wesley teases. Marissa glares up at Zelda. 
"That girl knows nothing about flirting, does she?! I mean, really! You're supposed to at least go out before trying to kill him!" The other elves scowl at her, but she doesn't pay them any attention. "Look, if this game is about flying around and clouds, how does this even qualify to be a story? Really?" Wesleys opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it.
"Marissa, you need to consider that all stories don't start exciting right away. Maybe if you had a little more patience, you would realize that. And maybe you wouldn't have looked inside realms you know you were forbidden to go near!" he remarks. Marissa bristles up.
"Hey! You didn't have to stand there all night while these portals just lied there, as if beckoning me to explore. I'm curious, okay?!" she counters.
"Right, because that never gets anyone killed. Ever. And by the way, I dd have to stand there all night. I'm actually surprised you didn't see me! RiverFlyte asked me to watch you. And now I see why! You are a clumsy little fool, Marissa! How you ever became a full agent is beyond me! You should have heard what TrailBlaiser was saying. Even she was reluctant to promote you! Her own apprentice! You're a pathetic excuse for an agent and you always will be!" Wesley finishes his rant and realizes the situation. The villagers stand back in silence, while tears well up in Marissa's eyes. Her artifact glows lavender, but fizzles out. She runs off, sobbing. Wesley's frustration burns again for a moment, and he instantly regret his next words as they leave his mouth. "It's your fault we're stuck here! And no one's coming to save you this time!"

Legend of Zelda

"Whatever." Marissa groans. "I'll just call TrailBlaiser to come get us." She whips out her communicator and dials. It beeps and she realizes there's no signal. "What? This thing is a piece of crap if I can't even call home." Wesley facepalms.
"This why one doesn't go near unstable realms." he sighs. Looking u at the clouds, he sees a group of birds flying after another bird. "Look, they seem to be the dominant race here, so let's just ask them for help." Marisa shrugs and the both transform. Halfway over to them, they're spotted by the group of riders, who zoom back to the floating island. "Um, okay." They follow the birds until the island comes into focus. A huge statue of a angel-like being stands serenely on one end where many elves have gathered. The three birds land and their riders dismount. Marissa and Wesley dive at them, transforming back into humans at the last second. The elves gasp and a few of them raise swords. "We mean you no harm!" Wes reassures them. An elder steps forward.
"Who are you?" he asks. Marissa skips forward.
"We're Realm Travelers!" The elves stare blankly. Wesley glares at her.
"They don't know what we are because the realm isn't synced yet." he growls. Marissa puts her hands on her hips.
"Well how was I supposed to know that, Wessyboo?" she taunts. Wes's face burns red.
"It was in your training! And don't call me that!" Marissa flips her hair over her shoulder.
"Okay, Cuddle-bear." Wesley activates his magic and blasts her with grey light. She falls backward and lands on her rump. "If you have half an ounce of intelligence you won't do that again." she warns. Her artifact glows a soft lavender and pulses with each heartbeat.
"Fighting you would be pointless. We're both stuck here whether you like it or not. Besides, I'd beat you without even trying." he reasons. Marissa jumps to her feet angrily.
"Prove it!" she threatens. Wesley's aura glow grey again and he prepares to strike.
"Enough!" the elder commands. The magic fades. "I don't know who you two are, but what I do know is that you've disrupted the Wing Ceremony further than it already was." Wesley's brows knit in concentration.
"Wing Ceremony?" He looks around, first taking in the birds, then the statue, then his gaze finally rests on two of the elves, a blonde girl and a brown-hair boy. "I know where we are!" he announces. Marissa stares blankly. "This is Skyward Sword! The L of Z game right after Twilight Princess." Marissa's still confused. "It's a video game." he sighs.
"Geek." 

Oh Sapphire... -_-

TrailBlaiser leads Sapphire over to the Realms Corridor. "Okay, your job tonight is to guard these open realms to make sure nothing goes wrong. If something malfunctions, contact me immediately." Sapphire nods. "These portals are open because we are scanning them and setting up magic links so that we can travel freely to these realms with portals. Sapphire, I want to make this very clear: these portals are not safe for travel. Get lost in one and it could be weeks before we can retrieve you. Understand?" Sapphire rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I get the picture. Gosh TrailBlaiser, have some faith in me." TrailBlaiser shakes her head and walks away. Sapphire leans against a wall, yawning.

As TrailBlaiser wanders into the Elemental Commons, RiverFlyte smiles at her. "So, still think she can't handle it?" he asks. TrailBlaiser sighs.

"She's cocky. Normally, that would be bad thing, but at least there's no way she could screw this up. Did you inform Owlcry?" RiverFlyte nods.

"He should be observing her now." TrailBlaiser opens her mouth to speak, but RiverFlyte cuts her off. "And Persia is rooming with Sugar for the night."

"You thought of everything, huh?" she asks. RiverFlyte shrugs and smiles.

"It's what I do best."

*three hours later*

"I'm bored!" Sapphire complains, after sitting against the wall for hours. "Night Guard Duty is lame." She gets up, stretches,and walks around a bit. Curiosity getting the better of her, she begins peeking inside the portals. The first one is of a midnight forest, with a bunch of teenagers sitting around a fire, singing "Amazing Grace". "Oh, this must be Deo Gentem." she decides. She peeks into a few more realms, some she recognizes, some she doesn't. She finally comes to the last portal and sticks her head in. The realm is an endless sky, filled with clouds and floating rocks. A large floating island beckons from the distance, and large birds fly around her, with elven riders. "What is this, Minecraft meets Lord of the Rings?" Suddenly, she feels a hand on her waist, which was slowly sliding into the realm, and she gasps, loses her balance, and sends both her and the intruder tumbling into the sky realm. She screams and her artifact is activated, changing her form into a dragon. She looks around wildly, but the portal is no where to be found, and only a small owl accompanies her.

"Well, that was nicely done!" caws the owl in a male voice.

"Huh? Oops, sorry Wesley!" Marissa calls.

"Sorry's not gonna cut it this time! You've stranded us here!" he yells.

"Just open another portal!" They fly over to one of the floating rocks, land, and transform back into humans.

"You can't open a portal in an experimental realm, Marissa. The laws of magic haven't been set. Our only two options are wait for TrailBlaiser to finish up with this realm, or get transported out by this realm's deity, who, by the way, could be hostile toward us and demand human sacrifice." He notices Marissa's shocked expression. "And yes, there have been some who do that." Marissa wrinkles her nose.

"Gross. You first."